"Goes by the name of Jenk Jug'ular, he was muscle for a merchant when you stumbled into town. He scurried off with a small band after acquiring the weapon. You are a day behind; the gate is closed until tomorrow." He smirks.
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Jenk waits for Varl to finish putting and edge on his battleaxe. He swings it a few times to test it, the whoosh sound cuts the air. He pays with a large stone and nods to his companions. [b]"If you want to sell those items we'll be in the caravan staging area for the couple days. Jenk and his companions leave Varl's shortly thereafter.
The hobgoblin steps back, "No need to square off. My caravan master departs in a few days. No need for uncalled for tension here." He raises his hands palms out, "Name's Jenk, yes, I'd be interested in buying all three items."
"For sale you say?" A customer flanked by several servants steps forward. "I am Jenk, I serve a master of a caravan, that departs in a few days. These weapons should be handled with care. I'm sure my master would have an interest."
undercommon: He scoffs at Nym's comment, clearly not believing a word you've said. He then grabs a small keg of soap, "The both of y'need. Now pay up and git b'fore the guard comes and drags us all to the cells."
His eyes narrow and he carefully looks at Nym and Grung in. undercommon: "Dye and tankard." He nods once and then scurries around his shop never quite taking his gaze off you. "350 gold." He pauses, "No, 375 gold I don't typically serve his kind." He clearly refers to your dwarf companion.
Nym and Grung step through the oddly shaped building. Once inside everything leans to the left, even you stance is noticeably tilted and you even feel a bit off-balanced by this strange effect. There are a few customers inside bartering with a cleric. A gruff voice booms from around a display case, 'Whatdaya want...be quick, spend coin or git. Nuf freeloaders."
The hobgoblin shop keep raises a bushy eyebrow at the drow. Then he cautiously leans in and whispers, "Shhhhh, place be crawl'n wit..." he mouths without saying the words ...ORCUS worshippers." He looks around cautiously, "That one there is Patrol Captain Luther deadly graveknight knight rumor'd t'be chosen by the demon himself." He nods to the upper wall "A consort concubine, Blayze, commands the upper wallss." He blinks a few times. "But the demon's priest within are the real horror. So much death, so much undeath." He shuffles and begins to close up his cart to get out to the way.
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